A Comfortable Well-Lighted Room
He ran. Just kept running. One hallway became another, each as featureless as a pat of butter, which became another and another, until he stumbled and fell against a wall. The wall slid open, spinning him like a Catherine wheel into a street unlike any he had seen before. The buildings glimmered like wet bronze, as did the sidewalks. Immense structures rose so high their lines converged and their angular sharpness reminded him of a dagger, buildings more likely to cut than to cure. Vehicles as ordered as a line of ants hovered overhead in utter silence. The city had been put on mute: no traffic sounds, barking dogs. Nothing. Read More...
Because she works at a busy restaurant on the Strip, Gabriella can’t pause when her sister tells her over the phone their mother is dead. Dead from a stroke last night. Gabriella repeats the words silently as she shoves her phone into her back pocket, and beams at the couple that’s just walked in. She grabs two menus and escorts them to a table from where they can stare at the lights going insane even at this hour, when the sun is its brightest, and the roads empty like they will be when the world ends... Read More...